flat. 'Cause,--well, I don't ever have t' stay in it if I don't want t'.
I mean, I can be wherever I want t' be. And--and I'm with Aladdin most
o' the time, 'r King Arthur. And this next day 'r so, I'm plannin' t'
spend on Treasure Island." All this was intended to make them feel more
cheerful. Now he smiled; and what with the shine of his tow hair, his
light brows and his flaxen lashes, combined with the flash of his
yellow-flecked eyes and white teeth, the effect was as if sunlight were
falling upon that brave, freckleless, blue-striped face.

The four went then, the Father guiding One-Eye, and Cis with Mr.
Perkins. They went, and the door closed upon them, and a hard moment was
come to test his spirit--that moment just following the parting.
Fortunately for him, however, Grandpa demanded attention. Beyond the
bedroom door the little, old soldier, as if he guessed that something
had happened, set up a sudden whimpering, and tried to turn the knob and
come out.

Johnnie brought him, giving not a glance to the great figure bulking on
Barber's bed, and shutting the door as soft as he could. He fed the old
man, talking to him cheerily all the while. "Cis is goin' t' be
married," he recounted, "and have, oh, a swell weddin' trip. And then
some day, when she gits back, she'll pop in here again, and tell us
a-a-all about it! So now you go s'eepy-s'eepy, and when y' wake,
Johnnie'll have some dandy supper f'r y'!"

His boy's spirit buoyed up by this picture of great happiness for
another, he began to sing as he wheeled Grandpa backward and forward--to
sing under his breath, however, so as not to disturb Big Tom! He sang
out of his joy over the joy of those two who were just gone out to their
new life; and he sang to bring contentment to the heart of the little,
old soldier, and sleep to those pale, tired eyes:

"Oh, Cis, she's goin' t' be Mrs. Algernon Perkins,
And live in a' awful stylish flat.
There's a carpet and curtains in the flat,
And a man 'most as good as Buckle t' do all the work.
And she's goin' t' have a velvet dress, I think, maybe,
And plenty o' good things t' eat all the time--
Butter ev-ry day, I guess, and eggs, too,
And nice, red apples, if she wants 'em----"

And so, caroling on and on, he put old Grandpa to sleep.

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But how his song would have died in his throat if he could have guessed